The scratches don't bother him in the present moment; he's too wrapped up in what feels good to pay attention to anything else. His moaning pitches louder, body shaking from pleasure. Ilima breathes heavily, leaning down further with his upper body.

Why is this so good? A part of him should feel some shame, but for some reason, he's starting to care less and less about that. The more wild and fast the thrusts become, the louder he gets, noises desperate and wanting. At this rate, he's not going to last much longer. His cock already leaks precum, and once the knot starts to press against his asshole as the Growlithe thrusts frantically, he pushes back eagerly. There's an even deeper, more carnal want for it - it's thick and that's just what he wants at this moment, for reasons he can't quite explain.